In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

He knew he wouldn't be able to get rid of her tonight.

After confirming that she was asleep, he picked up the only visible blanket in the room and gently covered her with it.

Then, he picked up a tattered pillow and lay it on the other side of the room.

Sensing the faint, unfamiliar scent in the air, Ian subconsciously uttered a sentence.

"It's so troublesome to get along with people."

Even so, Ian still felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

You're actually quite sleepy too.

[After all, he had sparred with Minamoto no Yorimitsu in the morning, seriously reflected on his own problems after noon, and even went into the mountains in the evening.]

The only source of energy was the prey we just caught.

Feeling sleepy is inevitable in this situation.

You are asleep.

The day has come.

brush brush --

Ian heard a sound.

It was the sound of something being washed—a sound he had almost never heard before.

With a sense of doubt, Ian slowly opened his eyes and then saw an extremely unexpected scene.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu was sitting on a small stool, and in front of him was a large wooden basin filled with water.

The blanket that had covered her last night was now completely soaked.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu himself was holding a small wooden brush and constantly scrubbing its surface.

“Ms. Minamoto no Yorimitsu, what is this…” Ian asked, puzzled.

"Oh."

Upon seeing Ian wake up, Minamoto no Yorimitsu temporarily stopped what he was doing.

"Master, you're awake?"

"I'm washing the blankets."

“This…” Ian got up.

Why did you suddenly think of washing the blankets?

"because--"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at the blanket, his brows furrowing slightly. He seemed somewhat hesitant to speak.

"Please just consider it a personal hobby."

"In short, I can't just ignore a blanket like that."

"But thank you for your concern last night, Master."

"..."

Ian hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"But if we wash the blankets, then tonight..."

"It's alright, Master."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu placed his hand in front of his eyebrows, making a gesture as if gazing at the sky.

"The weather is very nice today."

"I think if I hang it on a bamboo pole later, it should be dry before sunset."

"Then you will be able to enjoy a comfortable and warm quilt."

“It should be about time now.” Minamoto no Yorimitsu wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Master, please rest here. I'll air out your blankets."

Seeing that Minamoto no Yorimitsu was about to make a move, Ian spoke up once again.

"Wait a moment."

"Master, what's wrong?"

“Let me help you.” Ian walked toward Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

"The blanket will be very heavy after it absorbs water, and it's too much of a strain for one person to do it."

"OK, all right."

The sun rises in the southeast.

The warm sunlight shines on every corner of the village.

[You and Minamoto no Yorimitsu worked together to air out the blankets.]

You successfully hung it on the bamboo pole to dry.

However, your questions don't end there.

Because many of the tools used in this process are ones you don't yet possess.

"Ms. Minamoto no Yorimitsu."

"Just call me Lai Guang," she replied, having disarmed herself.

"Yakou."

"What's wrong, Master?"

"Where did you get all these brushes and wooden basins? I don't remember having these things."

"Oh, Master, you really don't have these things."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked out at the village outside the courtyard, his eyes filled with joy.

That was a place very close to Ian, but with whom I had almost no interaction.

"I paid villagers nearby to ask where I could buy these things."

“I was very lucky; it only took me a little over an hour to get everything I wanted.”

"..."

Ian looked at Minamoto no Yorimitsu in front of him.

"Lai Guang, aren't you afraid of what others will say?"

"Not afraid."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu smiled slightly.

“Master, I know I’ve come to learn the art of slaying demons from you.”

"No amount of gossip can break my will."

"You really are unwavering."

Ian gave a wry smile.

"But unfortunately, I really can't teach you the art of slaying demons."

"It's ok."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu smoothed out the wrinkles on the blanket in front of him.

"Master just can't teach me now, it doesn't mean he won't be able to teach me in the future."

"..."

You know that the more you explain, the deeper Minamoto no Yorimitsu's misunderstanding of you will become.

You have no choice but to think about how to help her overcome this perception.

But Minamoto no Yorimitsu wasn't willing to let you think about it quietly like that.

She started pulling you along, and began repairing your dilapidated dwelling.

"Master, do you think it's okay to paste the windows like this?"

"Or do you prefer a different style? You can tell me if you want; I have a lot of experience in this area."

"whatever."

"Then let's leave it as it is."

"Ah."

So the window, which was originally empty, was covered up.

"Master, regarding the tatami mats, would you prefer to replace them with new ones, or continue using the old ones?"

"No matter which option you choose, I can make it happen for you."

"whatever."

"Let's use the old one then, it'll be more convenient."

"Ah."

And so the tatami mat, which was originally higher at one end and lower at the other, was fixed.

"Master, I need to go up and fix the roof."

"Could you please hold the ladder steady for me, and then pass me some tools if necessary?"

"..."

"Forget it, don't go up there, it's too dangerous."

"Let me do it myself."

So Ian patched up the big hole in the roof himself, hammer blow by hammer blow.

Such repairs continued over time.